This story, grim as it may be, reminds me of the William Faulkner quote, delivered in France in 1959 (the year Alaska and Hawaii were made the 49th and 50th states): "The difference between my country and your country is that we're still adding stars to our flag!" Yeah, Bill had had a few nips at the ol' flask by that point, but the fact remains that the idea of a man from Hawaii renting a car in Alaska and meeting his demise by crashing into a moose is a strange one. What would be the equivalent for an Alaskan in Hawaii? Driving his rented car into a fresh lava flow? Honolulu Star-Bulletin